Shot down, from below, stranded
Beaten, pulverized, branded
Severed, fingers, lost in mud
Human, pain, loss of blood
Seared flesh, open wounds, infection
Body, torn apart, at mid-section
Succumb, to battle wounds, will to die
Abandoned, left to rot, lightning cracks across the sky
These wounds exist, only through war
Scattered war-torn limbs, a sight to abhor
Arms and, legs torn, off a soul
Bleeding, constantly, no control
No time, for scars, to heal
Death comes, soon enough, for his deal
Toxic, stenches, fill the air
Suffocate, all in range, without a care
Soldiers, with a, gruesome trace
Look up, to God, Napalm strike across the face
These wounds exist, only through war
Instigators of conflict, can't help but ignore

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